Somehow the hectic bustles of everyday..
Make my days seem like they crossfade directly into Sundays
And Sundays into weeks
And weeks into months..
And thereafter months into years..
I can imagine
How one's days may continue merging into the golden sunset of one's Life..
Seemingly unceasing..
Contented with the passing of each day..
However content I am not..
I can only see the present..
I cant see myself moving onto other/bigger things..
Even though my ambition dictates higher dreams
And my longings won't let me be satisfied with my Life now..
I want to move on and yet I seem to be stuck here for now..
I guess I need to be Patient
And my Life now is but a work in progress..
- 5 October 2003 3:43pm -